The sky ‘s a warm grey today.

I sit above it all in a leisurely replacement service. 

Tupac’s lamenting his life to his unborn love. 

I pass homes   neglected   and freshly built. 

I do try to be a good person, but wonder… 

 – A friend once told me if I wonder I needn’t worry. 

The Old Victorians hold witness to lives around and inside. 

Again I wonder if I will ever be filled

with characters and stories 

or a hushing quiet. 

I see pools of sky blue, as the grey gives way.